No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140) So excellent a king; that was, to this.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.